I became a mom for the first time in my early 40s, in 2005. My children were adopted, and while I usually don't announce that at the get-go, I think I need to say it now because throughout my blog I don't use the kids' full names. There's J who was born in 1997 and K who was born in 2002.

This blog is where I will share the ups and downs of being a work-at-home mom and also, more importantly, the things my kids do because really, this is about them.

Family - it's where your story begins.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

What should I have expected?

My 11-year-old son really let me down. I was very hurt by his nonactions. Does that make sense? Let me explain. Last night he had his music program at school. Most of the program was honoring the veterans (the program was held the day after Veteran's Day) and one song was truly touching. It was called American Tears and put a lot of people in tears. Not just the song, but the slide show that the students/teachers made to go with it. The pictures in the slide show were of family members (of the students and teachers) in the military past and present. Not one of those were submitted by my boy. I was hurt and saddened. He didn't bother to ask either one of us (my husband and I) if we had pictures of his new family's relatives that had been in the service. I know my dad was, my dad's father, my father-in-law. I had tears in my eyes not just because of the lyrics, but because my own child didn't come forth and ask about pictures. Maybe it's because he forgot. Maybe it's because he's adopted and didn't think about his new family's past. I really don't know.